We were the ones on scene when everything went down. We weren't better. We weren't worse. We were just the ones standing in the blast radius.

He's going to be okay," said Quentin. "He has to. He's Tybalt. You'd be all weird and irritating if he wasn't around." "Weird and irritating?" I raised an eyebrow. "What gives you that idea?" Quentin shrugged. "That's already how you get when he isn't around.

This is Shaun Mason activating security protocol Campbell. The bridge is out, the trees are coming, and I’m pretty sure my hand is evil. Now gimme some sugar, baby.

There is nothing so patient, in this world or any other, as a virus searching for a host.

At least you know that you're crazy. That means you have the potential to recover.

I guess in the end, it doesn’t matter what we wanted. What matters is what we chose to do with the things we had.

There was no warning before the outbreaks began. One day, things were normal; the next, people who were supposedly dead were getting up and attacking anything that came into range. This was upsetting for everyone involved, except for the infected, who were past being upset about that sort of thing.